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It's been ten days since the graphic photos of Captain America being abused by Hydra agents in SHIELD uniforms hit the internet. Nobody has seen hide nor hair of Steve Rogers. As the speculation mounts and the scandal spirals out of control, one ever-vigilant defender of the American public contemplates danger, the dismal task of job-searching, and whether she could get away with straight-up murdering her co-workers if they don't shut the fuck up about Capgate already.

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Burn scars are a bitch. Rumlow's still waiting to hear whether the doctors can ever get his dick functional again. In the meantime, he's got the bastard who brought a helicarrier down on him in the first place trussed up and at his mercy, and even if he can't take his revenge directly, he's got a hell of a proxy to work through. (Kinkmeme fill: Hydra trash party + the filthy ruination of a pair of leather gloves.)

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In the tumultuous year of 1974, the Winter Soldier infiltrates the Cypriot National Guard to get a bead on a slippery target. The only way to get what he needs is to get close to a general who wants to get much too close for comfort, but he must succeed by any means necessary. It's just...he's never used these means before.

During his post-mission debrief, his handler gets an idea.

“Do you mind if I get more comfortable as well?” Hanas stood, hands already on his polished buttons.

It was a rhetorical question that required an affirmative answer. The Soldier’s masters sometimes did the same. “By all means,” he said, careful to slur a little.

“Why don’t you do the same,” Hanas rumbled. That wasn’t really a suggestion, either.

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I’m pretty low on funds and need to make ends meet this month, Barnes types slowly into a new post three days later. I’m taking commissions for hits in the New York City area.

Will Not Kill: Captain America or other Avengers. Will partially refund payment if target turns out to be HYDRA.Will not go to Jersey. No dismemberment or killing children.Message for negotiations and payment details.

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"Hand that shit to me, Feldman," Rollins orders.'That shit' turns out not to be the torture devices Steve was expecting. In fact it looks like very flimsy scraps of white material, when he watches it change hands. Are they going to gag him? Tie him up? They could just use his own belt for that, why would they send someone out to...?When he realizes what Rollins is holding, his stomach drops. His eyes go as wide as they can despite feeling like his eyelids are made of lead, staring at what's now being pulled up around his legs.

What starts out as an attempt to find Bucky and help him remember somehow gets Steve locked in a basement, without the serum, wearing only lingerie and staring down five very angry Hydra agents who want revenge.